After a fun day with my family, it's been such a strange evening. Too many serious thoughts invading my happy space. It started out with sorting through some old magazines I'd saved. Then it dawned on me, many were from the summer of 2000, which was a rough one for my family. They hadn't even been read, I'd just saved them, because I was determined to make a time to enjoy them some day and forget about all the sad which happened that year.
It's now fourteen years later, and I discover them tucked away on a shelf in my linen closet. I started flipping through them, and I did rediscover the joy of who I had been at the time. Some were for landscaping my back yard, and tucked in between was the master plan I'd drawn up. Some had craft projects I'd been in love with and was going to make. Many were Christmas items to get done in the summertime, well before they are needed for home or for sale.
It was a lot of fun, until I started hearing those little nagging voices pointing out all I had not accomplished. I almost let those voices win. Then I reminded myself of what we'd all gone through, and how we pushed forward one step at a time, overcoming each sorrow and each obstacle.
Life happens, bringing sorrows as well as joy. What ultimately should define us, is what we made of it; what we did accomplish, not what we did not do. Now I've got all those "feelings" off my mind, I'm going to take another look at an old issue of Victoria magazine and allow myself to really enjoy it!